A Very Satisfied Prat
Title: A Very Satisfied Prat (Phone!sex arc 18)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron, Arthur
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Wank, language, dirty talk
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ineffably_roma, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
Summary: Draco gets revenge.
Harry was at the Burrow, helping Ron and Arthur haul some of Arthur's recent Muggle acquisitions to the shed out back. Harry had already handled a dilapidated old microwave oven, an 8-track tape player and an electric knife sharpener. He had paused in the activity to stare, dumbfounded, at a vibrator that Arthur had seemed especially proud of. Harry shook his head. He'd let Ron explain the workings of this particular object.
Harry's cell phone rang, and he tossed the vibe to Ron, who was emerging from the shed for another load. Ron caught it, looked at it, emitted a choked cry, and promptly dropped the vibrator like a hot potato.
"Careful, Ron!" scolded Arthur.
Harry turned away to hide his laughter, and he opened his phone to answer it. "Hello?"
"I miss you, lover," Draco's voice purred over the connection. "When will you be...coming?"
Harry's entire body quivered to attention. His nipples pebbled into points beneath his shirt, and his cock began filling with blood. Harry cleared his throat. "I told you Molly expects me to stay for dinner," he said. "I'll be home directly after."
"That's unfortunate, because I'm so empty and aching right now."
Harry was now swollen and aching, and he couldn't even be annoyed with Draco. He suspected his boyfriend was getting revenge for the time Harry had called him during a meeting. "I'll make it worth your wait," he tried.
"I can't wait, Harry. I need to feel your hands and your mouth and your body on me, and I need your cock in me now."
Harry gulped and shot a guilty glance at Arthur and Ron. "I'll be right back," he said. He retreated around the ramshackle house to the garden and took refuge in a secluded, overgrown corner. Bringing the phone to his ear again, Harry asked, "Are you naked for me?"
"Naked and waiting on the bed."
"Get up on your fours so I can pound your pretty hole full of my cock," growled Harry. He yanked open his dusty jeans and withdrew his engorged length.
"I'm lubed and ready, Harry. Don't make me wait."
"You're so naughty, baby," rasped Harry, tugging on his prick with one hand. "I'm pushing into you now. Can you feel it?"
"Oh god, Harry. It burns, but it feels so damned good."
"You feel good, too, baby," said Harry. "You're so hot and tight around me. Clench your muscles for me."
"I'm squeezing you each time you thrust in deep," panted Draco.
Harry squeezed himself at his lover's words and groaned. "You have the most perfect arse, baby," he said. "You drive me crazy when you clamp down on me like that. I'm hitting your sweet spot on each stroke. You like that, don't you baby?"
"Oh fuck, yes! More, Harry, more."
"I'll give you more, baby. I'll give you you all you need, and I'll give it to you good. I know how much you love a good, hard fuck."
"Harry! Unh...ngh..."
"That's it, baby," rasped Harry as his hand sped up on his shaft. "I love it when you get all vocal, and I love it more when you scream."
A strangled whimper was the only sound over the phone.
Harry threw his head back as his orgasm approached. "Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to scream my name-"
"HARRY!"
Draco's passionate cry catapulted Harry into climax, and he clenched his teeth to stifle his own exclamation as his release rained onto the leaves and grass of the garden.
For a moment, the only sound Harry heard was his own ragged breathing. Finally, he heard laughter in his ear.
"Was it good for you, too?"
Harry waved a cleaning charm over himself and tucked in with a grimace. "You're a prat," he said.
"Mm, but a very satisfied prat, thank you very much."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "I have to get back before Arthur and Ron begin to wonder what I'm doing," he said. "You'd better be naked and waiting on the bed when I get home, because I plan to shag the snark out of you."
"Promises, promises," Draco said airily.
Harry bade him goodbye and sauntered as casually as he could around the side of the house to the shed.
Ron shot him a baleful look. "If you're done wanking off," he said, "you can try explaining that bloody sex toy to Dad!"
Appetizer
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron, Arthur
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Wank, language, dirty talk
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ineffably_roma, who asked for more of my Phone!sex arc
Summary: Draco gets revenge.
Harry was at the Burrow, helping Ron and Arthur haul some of Arthur's recent Muggle acquisitions to the shed out back. Harry had already handled a dilapidated old microwave oven, an 8-track tape player and an electric knife sharpener. He had paused in the activity to stare, dumbfounded, at a vibrator that Arthur had seemed especially proud of. Harry shook his head. He'd let Ron explain the workings of this particular object.
Harry's cell phone rang, and he tossed the vibe to Ron, who was emerging from the shed for another load. Ron caught it, looked at it, emitted a choked cry, and promptly dropped the vibrator like a hot potato.
"Careful, Ron!" scolded Arthur.
Harry turned away to hide his laughter, and he opened his phone to answer it. "Hello?"
"I miss you, lover," Draco's voice purred over the connection. "When will you be...coming?"
Harry's entire body quivered to attention. His nipples pebbled into points beneath his shirt, and his cock began filling with blood. Harry cleared his throat. "I told you Molly expects me to stay for dinner," he said. "I'll be home directly after."
"That's unfortunate, because I'm so empty and aching right now."
Harry was now swollen and aching, and he couldn't even be annoyed with Draco. He suspected his boyfriend was getting revenge for the time Harry had called him during a meeting. "I'll make it worth your wait," he tried.
"I can't wait, Harry. I need to feel your hands and your mouth and your body on me, and I need your cock in me now."
Harry gulped and shot a guilty glance at Arthur and Ron. "I'll be right back," he said. He retreated around the ramshackle house to the garden and took refuge in a secluded, overgrown corner. Bringing the phone to his ear again, Harry asked, "Are you naked for me?"
"Naked and waiting on the bed."
"Get up on your fours so I can pound your pretty hole full of my cock," growled Harry. He yanked open his dusty jeans and withdrew his engorged length.
"I'm lubed and ready, Harry. Don't make me wait."
"You're so naughty, baby," rasped Harry, tugging on his prick with one hand. "I'm pushing into you now. Can you feel it?"
"Oh god, Harry. It burns, but it feels so damned good."
"You feel good, too, baby," said Harry. "You're so hot and tight around me. Clench your muscles for me."
"I'm squeezing you each time you thrust in deep," panted Draco.
Harry squeezed himself at his lover's words and groaned. "You have the most perfect arse, baby," he said. "You drive me crazy when you clamp down on me like that. I'm hitting your sweet spot on each stroke. You like that, don't you baby?"
"Oh fuck, yes! More, Harry, more."
"I'll give you more, baby. I'll give you you all you need, and I'll give it to you good. I know how much you love a good, hard fuck."
"Harry! Unh...ngh..."
"That's it, baby," rasped Harry as his hand sped up on his shaft. "I love it when you get all vocal, and I love it more when you scream."
A strangled whimper was the only sound over the phone.
Harry threw his head back as his orgasm approached. "Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to scream my name-"
"HARRY!"
Draco's passionate cry catapulted Harry into climax, and he clenched his teeth to stifle his own exclamation as his release rained onto the leaves and grass of the garden.
For a moment, the only sound Harry heard was his own ragged breathing. Finally, he heard laughter in his ear.
"Was it good for you, too?"
Harry waved a cleaning charm over himself and tucked in with a grimace. "You're a prat," he said.
"Mm, but a very satisfied prat, thank you very much."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "I have to get back before Arthur and Ron begin to wonder what I'm doing," he said. "You'd better be naked and waiting on the bed when I get home, because I plan to shag the snark out of you."
"Promises, promises," Draco said airily.
Harry bade him goodbye and sauntered as casually as he could around the side of the house to the shed.
Ron shot him a baleful look. "If you're done wanking off," he said, "you can try explaining that bloody sex toy to Dad!"
Appetizer